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[ex_wells219]

So. Hi from Babylon hospital.

Status update: I'm at that point where I'm not well enough to go home, but they've toned down my medication, mostly it's just antibiotics, and basically everything's really boring. I figured I'd say hi, I kind of uh avoided these for a while after. You know. I still don't really want to talk about stuff, I told the police a lot of things but it's still... I'm still pretty shaky.

But I got Jonathan (who has been pretty much the most amazing friend ever, wow) to bring my laptop and, yeah. I guess I'm contactable again. I hope I didn't miss um, a lot of important stuff, people keep me up-to-date about some stuff and my doctor kind of rants a lot but I didn't realise how out-of-the-loop I'd feel without internet until now. Even if I really can only type with one hand.

Thanks to everyone who came and saw me, even if I wasn't exactly the most amazing person to be in a room with or was you know, asleep.

Comments

[giantego]

OH GOOD GOD I CARE SO MUCH. You're my patient, you play by my rules. Suck it up, Elle.

[ex_wells219]

Okay, you throw him out then.

[giantego]

Just call me Trunchbull.

[ex_wells219]

Except Jonathan doesn't have pigtails, and, and I can't move stuff with my brain.

[giantego]

Did I not tell you? It must have slipped my little pea brain! That's what we're testing for tomorrow. Your fancy new eyepatch has bestowed many gifts upon you. It's very possible that you can fly. We're not sure how, but don't you EVER question medicine. This far into the future, it's more like magic.

[ex_wells219]

A magical eyepatch would actually be really cool. But you know I kind of don't question the medicine, Dr Trunchbull.

[giantego]

Let's keep it that way, and maybe if you're a very very lucky boy, one day Miss Honey will come to whisk you away to her cottage in the woods or whatever fanciful crap that was.